Yeah, it's weird being old. I'm actually only seventeen, until October, although that isn't especially uncommon for a college freshman. One day, I was in line for lunch with two other freshman who will turn eighteen in the same month as me. I was the youngest kid in my high school graduating class, but I'm not anymore. Which makes sense; my high school's class of 2010 was like seventy-five people, and in college, my class is like twelve hundred.
Yeah, it's my first year. It's been pretty crazy, but I like all my classes. Even if they're a little terrifying. And if I sometimes can't pay attention because my head is so full of drama and shit.
Yeah, it's kind of hard to avoid. We only go for a week but we always come away with a shit ton of new friends. I love camp. For a while, I was thinking of college like it was camp, but it's nothing like it in the way of rules. I stayed three nights in this guy's room that I just met this week, and it totally mystified me that no one was around to tell me I couldn't. o.O